[HP] Tom next door to Mary

Don't trust a man, even if he's only 16 years old.

"Mary."

His haughty tone was just enough, it only made other people who didn't know his real person think that he was just a little bit arrogant.

But because of his beautiful face, decent manners, excellent grades, etc., he can be called a perfect appearance, which is not annoying, but very normal and "if it is not like this, it would be a little strange".

At first, he didn't get much attention when he entered Slytherin, sitting quietly at the long table like everyone else.

Perhaps, because of that face, it is still quite topical.

But no one knew a pureblood named Riddle.

God made a stumbling block in his life experience, but it was almost unimpeded in other places.Soon, his quiet, mysterious and intelligent temperament attracted the attention of classmates and teachers.

Well, his pretty face is always a good pass.

But he is indeed an out-and-out genius, who knows how to be opportunistic and resourceful.

This is just right enough to make others think that he is being a little hard on himself.

Before that, he should have been bullied in Slytherin because of his mixed-blood identity.And now, he's first in his class, OWLS straight A, a Slytherin prefect, and a guest at the Slughorn Club.

They all said that he was the next president of the student union.

Tom Riddle, did break a lot of Slytherin rules about half-bloods.

And only he himself knows that he is the real culprit who unleashed the basilisk, the one who murdered his father, the one who framed him, and most importantly, he is the true descendant of Slytherin.

However, Mary only thought that he was just a little virgin who crossed a boundary last night.

"Miss Mary."

He called again. Of course, two or three students walked by him and looked at him curiously, causing him to quickly change the name.

It's not that she didn't hear, she just didn't want to talk to him.She had just gone to the greenhouse to get the materials when Riddle stopped her.

Mary was a little tired, mainly because he tossed her for a long time in the dressing room yesterday, and today in the castle he was wearing a well-dressed false mask as if nothing had happened.

"Tom, are you unwell?" His friend came and put his hand on his shoulder. "I see you went to the school hospital this morning, and now—"

"Headache." Riddle interrupted him calmly. "It's persistent, so I always have to prescribe some medicine."

"Well, no wonder you had a bad face in potions class just now. You must study properly and don't be too tired." The Slytherin shrugged and waved at him: "Don't forget there is a potions class in the afternoon , come over after drinking the medicine, I will reserve a seat for you."

Riddle nodded, showing a faint smile.

His eyes locked on the receding figure of the man, while Mary stared blankly at the back of his head.

She was thinking about an eternal topic: how did he manage to be so flexible?

She also wanted to be like him, put on a mask in an instant.

Mary kept the same expression when Riddle looked back, and she immediately failed.To be honest, it's a little silly.

"Who is he?"

"Lestrange." His innocuous smile had completely disappeared, and when he said the person's name, it seemed like a strange relationship.

This person is not familiar with anyone.

"Do you really have a headache?" Mary was dubious.

"What do you think?" Riddle raised his eyebrows, but he became more unhurried when he asked back.

"Oh, he didn't mean that you looked bad in the morning."

Did you get too little sleep last night?

"Why don't you go in and talk?" He pouted his chin, pointing to the door of the school hospital.

"I'm just—oh, okay. Come in, I'll make you some medicine." Mary gave up those little unpleasant thoughts, walked sideways, went back to the school hospital, and turned around and asked, "Let me check ?”

She saw Riddle slam the door behind him, his wand back in his pocket.

"Why did you lock the door?"

As soon as she finished asking, she was gently carried by him and fell into his arms lightly.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her neck.

Mary got it.

"Please, Tom." She frowned, "He said you looked bad, I thought you were really sick."

"That was just a small episode." Riddle said in a very bad tone, with some disappointment, "I don't understand why Professor Slughorn wants to expand knowledge, love potions... Damn, is this the lesson of NEWT?"

"Why on earth do you hate love potions?" Mary stopped his slow-moving hands. "It seems to me that it's just... a popular potion."

Riddle didn't answer, his breathing getting heavier, spraying hot air on her skin.

The air in the room became ambiguous.

"Hmm... I see that those weekly witch magazines are promoting it. If it wasn't for the fact that schools are not allowed to carry it, it must be flooded."

"Uh, smell the Love Potion? I heard it's your favorite smell..."

She tried to divert Riddle's attention, but of course she failed.

Riddle actually thought about it for a while, he did smell it, after all he was a model student, and Slughorn asked him to go up and give a lecture-oh my god, what is this smell?

The paper and ink of old books, the damp musty smell of the secret room, and... the fruity smell?

really weird.

"Okay," she began to push, but Riddle only deepened the folds of her dress. "That's, blatant, Tom—the school hospital!"

"Ah, Mary. No one will come in, I promise." He smiled silently, and continued to lift her skirt, "But if your voice is louder, maybe someone will be curious."

Riddle, who had just been in the workforce for a short time, quickly brought into play his curiosity-seeking nature. He liked this kind of excitement, and he was sure that he would not be discovered.

It would be humiliating for anyone to know that he and Mary had a special hormonal relationship.

in depth.

He didn't intend to use any carrier, so Mary was stuck to the cold floor.

Hit.

She didn't dare to make a sound, so she had to cover her mouth.She heard a violent gust of wind through the castle walls.

"You nearly hit the Bludger into the hospital hospital, you idiot!" shouted the Quidditch players outside, with their backs to the castle.

For Merlin, she wanted to die.

Or, it is also a kind of hearty enjoyment.

"I have proved myself well." He tugged at her hair to bring them closer, and his speech was broken due to the force, "Mary, our compatibility...well, you how do you feel?"

It is an inseparable longing.

Embarrassed and angry, Mary gritted her teeth and said, "Like a fucking dog—"

He laughed softly, "It's better for you to talk less."

But this is what he asked first!

Mary closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to feel what those movements would bring.

She didn't want to express it, she couldn't express it.

It was hard for her not to show it.

The way she expresses it is unspeakable.

It wasn't until he was finished that the crown of her clenched teeth began to loosen.She stared at him, listening to his heavy and satisfying breath in her ear, with bursts of itchy heat.

"Tom, you'd better get off of me." Mary calmed down and tugged at Riddle's arm.

See him get up unhurriedly, tidying himself up slowly.And Mary has been pressed for too long, her back hurts, her legs are still soft, she just wants to use the Flying Curse to summon a towel to wipe it off.

When she finished packing, Riddle was already staring at her leisurely.

And those on the ground are gone.It's just that his hair is still wet with sweat, other than that, nothing seems to have happened.

His condescension was so disgusting that Mary couldn't help but throw a towel over his face.

Riddle dodges easily.Then he laughed, a bad look of satisfaction and success.

Mary rolled her eyes and warned him in a low voice: "You can't do this in the future... I, I haven't adapted yet."

Riddle blinked, with a rare expression on his face.

"Ah, that's right..." Mary scratched her hair in distress, and her soft hair was pulled out into a bulge.

But she just thought for a few seconds, "It's too big, I will hurt."

Riddle gave a clear oh, and the oh made a few turns.He walked into her and entangled her like a child, "It's okay, just come a few more times."

As he spoke, he began to untie her jacket.

"I still have to go to work!" Mary wanted to give him a punch, she broke away from his unreliable embrace, knowing that he was probably joking, thinking that she would get rid of him as soon as possible, she needed to rest for a while!

"I'll pour you a cup of tea, don't you still have to go to class? The stairs are changing and you'll be late for a while!"

She picked up a cup and poured some tea into it, paused again, she found that the color of this cup of tea was lighter than usual.

Mary opened the teapot and found nothing wrong, it was her favorite flavor of black tea.She took another sip, and it was completely normal, so she casually took a bottle of freshly made emollient and added a little to it.

"If you still have a headache from Professor Slughorn's class in the afternoon, drink it and it will help."

He took a sip from the teacup, frowned and said, "The fruit tea you make is not good."

"You said it a lot, but I like it very much-if you don't like it, you can come by yourself later."

Also, she made black tea!

Riddle didn't want to argue with her, because he really needed to go to class.

"Tom, your face suddenly turned so bad?" Mary saw that the moment Riddle drank the tea, his pale face became almost bloodless, as if he was sick.

She hurried to check her palliative, but she was sure there was nothing wrong!

"Mary."

"Ah? What's wrong with you?" Mary turned her head again and asked anxiously.

Only her face was reflected in his black pupils. Riddle had never shown a clear smile to her, as if he was smiling at her through a layer of pure sunlight.

Unbelievably amazing.

Immediately, Riddle's face changed drastically, his delicate facial features were distorted by rage, he bent down slightly, his fingers clasped his throat, as if he wanted to spit out something again.

"Let me check it for you!" Mary took out her wand, but he threw it aside.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He was so angry that the ink in his pupils turned red.

"Alahoo is open." There was the sound of unlocking spells coming from outside the door. The man's voice was somewhat familiar, but he twisted the handle a few more times, but did not open the door of the school hospital.

The man tried several other spells, and finally pushed the door open.

And he locked the door again.

He looked at the painful and manic Riddle with disdain, and smiled contemptuously.

"Merlin, this room stinks—oh, look. There's a Mudblood in there." It was Selwyn. "And you, Riddle. Poor bastard."

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